Sometimes I forget that I am livin’ the dream. When I get a call from my friend while I am making dinner before I rush out to take Eva to art telling me that Ethan has just squeezed an egg full of vinegar and yolk into his eye (don’t ask), it is easy to momentarily forget about the dream I am living. I do get stressed out about all of the things I need to do or places I need to be and I forget that all of those things are ‘happy’ stressors. I live a…




































